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We all go through life hearing many things about ourselves. Telling ourselves many things about ourselves. These little facts. These little truths. These little half truths. These little falsehoods. These statements that shape how we see ourselves and how we feel about ourselves. These words are adjectives. And sadly, all too many are negative.

People will take the time to tell you that you are: annoying, stupid, ugly, fat, crazy, failing, etc. Whether it’s actually true or not. (We usually believe it either way.)

How often do people take the time to tell us the good, great, amazing things about ourselves?

Those adjectives, especially when meant, are called validation.

And validation is really fucking important.

I have decided to raise my kids on validation. Oh, they are by no means perfect, as no one is, but they are still going to grow up hearing all the amazing things about themselves. They need to know that in an imperfect existence is still beauty, that isn’t even hard to find.

Also, I am known for a temper that I take out on those I love, so they at least need me to counter that with a ton of validation.

So all three of my kids, whether they roll their eye or not, get a regular dose of validation. Some days I even make them repeat it back.

You are smart.

You are pretty/handsome.

You are silly/witty.

You are special.

You are important.

You are loved.

You are valued.

Of course, that sometimes bites me in the ass.

Like the time Sambam wanted some treat or such there was only one of, meaning her brother would be left out on. I informed her she wasn’t special (opps mom!) She called me on it and informed me she was too special! So I paused, took a deep breath, and agreed that yes, she was special, but no more or less special than her brothers.

The Sun Shines Out Her Bum

Also, there was this gem from tonight that while vain, tells me she is at least listening.

Me: See you tomorrow baby!
Sam: See you tomorrow momma
Me: I love you!
Sam: I love you too
Me: You’re beautiful!
Sam: I know

It has to be noted that lack of validation in childhood and the young adult years can be a huge factor for someone developing Borderline Personality Disorder. I can’t help but be aware of the gene pool my kids were born into, but I can counter it the best I can.

Karen Marrs
According to the internet I’m part banana. And you could be up to 10% more or less banana than I.http://www.funnyjunk.com/funny_pictures/4794434/Bananana/Karen Marrs
You know, fuck opening a practice… I should go into the research side of things. Genetics, etc.
What DNA marker, if any, makes a person more predisposed to depression, etc? What can be done about it? Science is headed towards fucking with DNA to “fix” people, so why not play my role as a scientist?http://www.cnn.com/2014/02/26/health/ivf-mitochondria/index.html?sr=fb022614threeparentbabies9p
It took them awhile but scientific research lead to the discovery of the correlation between the veins in the hands and fibro, now scientists have to decide how to use that knowledge to fix fibro for good.
I could do that shit!Patrick Marrs
DNA = Chem -nods- you would be good at ChemKaren Marrs
I slept through high school chem. It was at like 8AM. You do the math. Or I showed up late because I “missed my bus”, with Starbucks in hand. But shit, the Starbucks right there at and was walking distance from my high school. If they had given me means to buy coffee, real coffee, at school, I wouldn’t have been late to chem and I might have actually stayed awake.Karen Marrs
If I did go into research my degrees in business would be pointless. I mean, I’m still getting my bachelors in that because that is useful no matter the field. Even science is a business, sadly. But I could do right from this bachelors to my doctorates. I need to rethink everything. I mean, I want to help people and with my own practice I could do that, but think of the people I could help on the research side of things? I could do what the big bang characters do, only at OSU.Karen Marrs
And, here is where I go vain. Most people are right-brained or left-brained. I’m both. How many research scientists can claim that? How many can really think logically AND creatively. Scientific research could use more creative thinking. When logic just doesn’t seem to be working, I’m really good at thinking outside the box. Fuck, my box doesn’t even exist!9:14 PM
My bachelors in business, my masters in psychology, then pre-med, then med. Then I go from there.Patrick Marrs
This conversation is smarter than me which tells me that whatever you decide will be well-informed and ‘right’.Karen Marrs
Holy hell
This feels so right!

Thomas, still very matter of fact: You’re welcome. Can we start the movie now?

Sorry guys, this psych class is kicking my ass. I’m doing fabulous in it, though. Rocking a 99% with 2/3rds of it graded. However, it is very time-consuming. Rumor has it my next class is a little less intense. I could use the easy A. I’m working for this one, even knowing the subject going in.

None of these are long enough for a separate blog post all their own, so they are having a lesson in sharing.

Speaking of sharing, my boys share a room. And almost every morning they wake up ready to brawl, waking the rest of us with the sound of their fighting. I say “almost” because once a week they wake up in separate homes. One with my mom, the other here. So I’ve decided to take a creative approach. Mind you, I think so far out of the box that my box doesn’t even exist. What the hell is a box? This box you speak of, does it hold candy? Only then am I interested. Or, maybe if it were a box of puppies. I digress. So I’ve decided that from now on, every morning that they wake up and immediately start fighting, that night they have to share a bed. My husband finds this twisted. I argue the horrors of sharing a twin bed might shock them into getting along. Oh, and we’ll go top bunk since it is much harder to fall out of when your brother tries to shove you to your own side.

Hey! Speaking of falling out of the top bunk:

The NASA technology is gone, now there is just a brace in its place for the next 1-2 weeks. But only when he plays. It’s still healing but he needs to be able to let it move when he isn’t being rough and tumble.

On a different note, Guess who is getting a perfect 100% in the first college class she’s taken in over 5 years? That’s right, this bitch! It started easy but once you see it possible, you keep it possible. If you tell yourself you’ll settle for a pass, you’ll only pass. When you tell yourself you are an A student and you will pull in A’s you get A’s. I’m telling myself I am capable of perfection. (I’ll settle for A’s. What do you think I am, crazy? Yeah, don’t answer that.)

My husband told me he broke the hair clippers, basically meaning I can’t shave my hair off anymore. And that’s how I got blood stains on my hands. Then he told me he fixed them so I brought him back. Slightly zombified. Slightly. Or, it’s possible he only seems like a zombie because he threw out his back? This paragraph has no real purpose other than OMG I finally can get rid of this hair that is way too long. I spent a week thinking I could maybe grow out my hair. HAHAHAHAHAHA. No. It’s touching me. (I’m not crazy, I’m eccentric.)

Any job letter of reference that starts out

Jane Doe can rappel down skyscrapers with a single bound. More importantly, you can trust Jane’s set-up so that you too can rappel down skyscrapers, in a single bound of trust that she can get you safely to the bottom.

is a winner. You want me to write you a letter of reference. I’m qualified.

I’m a touch slap happy. We just survived the 1st of the month in banking with an entire 7 employees for the entire branch. We’ve been known to consider ourselves short on the 1st with a full 12 employees. Tired doesn’t cover it. But I’m flying high because I took on a role of leadership over something we were trying to logic out. I presented the plan, ran it, and it worked like I knew it would. Flying. High.

Hey, speaking of leadership. I would have had a chance to get a promotion that I turned down. Again, not crazy. First, starting school and being promoted within weeks of each other does not lead to perfect scores in school. Oh, I’d still pass, but at what cost? Sanity is a fragile thing. And that box is currently upside down as it is, as “this side up” points to the floor. Oh hey! There’s my box!

But also, this promotion had I been given it, would have taken me from my branch. It isn’t like I won’t ever leave my branch, but we are days away from being down to 2 tellers. One of which, not me, is pregnant due to pop in less than 2 months. Full line, FYI, is 6-7. Me leaving before we hire at least 3 more would cripple the branch. And I can’t do that to my team. I can’t. If I had absolutely nothing left to learn from them, it would maybe be different. Hell, my boss would push me out the door. She’d rather that than hold me back. But I still learn something new there daily. Plus, we have a new teller supervisor(!!!!!!) starting next week. I am so excited to work with her. She will be amazing for our line, branch, team. She use to be a trainer. She trained all of our personal bankers in fact. Moral is high just thinking about her joining our team. It’s her job I’d be taking at the other branch. It’s a position I’m after in general. But I’m excited to learn from her first, and then move on.

Finally, and the boss lady only told me about this after I decided not to apply, the other branch is so slow. I mean so very, very slow. There isn’t even anything to clean or organize. I’d last about 2 weeks before they’d have to lock me away because I tried to put the ceiling tiles in proper order based on how many dots or bumps or specks of dust they have. Hint: it’s so clean there is no dust.

But what matters is that the boss lady told me about the position because she thought I’d be perfect for it, and confessed she got depressed at the idea of losing me. And not just because I’m a warm body running a window. And when she told the other manager to expect my application, and then told me I should email the other manager if I wasn’t going to apply after all, the other manager actually put up some fight. I don’t know what boss lady told her, but my heart if full of warm and fuzzies. Perhaps my ego too.

Perhaps my ego needs those warm and fuzzies.

Perhaps my boys will be grateful they have adequate jammies as they spend a few night crammed into a twin sized bed, learning how not to fight.

Perhaps I can pull a perfect 100% in every class straight through my bachelor’s and my MBA.

Perhaps you too can rappel down skyscrapers in a single leap of faith in Jane’s rope work.

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